Drunky, Sands, Jim, Freediver,....Adrian, wherever you are...
I just got back from a family fishing tournament down in South Texas. No computers. Mostly wood shacks, pesky hornets, and an unfortunately timed oath to detox.
If you ever spend 18 hours on a 14 ft aluminum bass boat in 3 hour shifts with my old man, you'll be needing your own beer cooler. Don't you dare touch his Bourbon. You think morays can do damage?
huh.
Drunky, you nutmunch! I'm dyin' to get at some crystal blue saltwater. I haven't been to the triangle in a long, long time. Probably since I was about 8 or 9 years old. Well, let's just say that I'm adequately and appropriately green with envy (and frothing a little from the mouth as well). Thanks to my old man, who took me with him to snorkel around the small island. It was the day I found the real world, something both brilliantly wonderous, yet undeniably inborn. Although I'm doing my best to blackmail low-rated celebrities, the money just isn't coming in as fast as planned, so tickets to the t'rangle (Texas pronunciation) are still behind schedule.
You'd better get to Miami in July.